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Kansas is a cold dessert, I say. No, Kansas is a tongue depressor, he says.
Dan Gerber reads poems of boyhood, and from the end of his mother’s life.
It wasn’t clear if there was an outside world to our outside world.
After you have read all you possibly can there may be a few lines left.
The world seemed newly made and filled with a frightening silence.
It has come to this—my daughter is now assaulting other children.
Craig Bueltel
Life is a dream, he thought. Something she knew and I didn’t.
The draft of ten handwritten pages would have to be cut back to five.
Wang Wei
Tanya jokes that she comes to the East Coast now only for funerals.
We enjoyed the infidelity. A great deal more than they seemed to.
The door opened, and Dan stormed in, shouting, “Motherfuckers!”
She fell out of her own composition, fell and landed flat on her face.
The future was spread out for us to go in any direction we wanted.
I am subject to you in the way the water is subject to the moon.
“You know what they say about
free health care. It costs money.”
I was only five when Dad told me I had died. “You drowned,” he said.
We pull up alongside the great body. The fin marks the spot.
He squinted and looked off a little beyond where we were.
The Others came in the light of day and splayed Father open.
Cat food smells even unopened like vomit and I don’t trust cats.
Where will we go and how will we steer when the cars are gone?
What about writers who come suddenly into full power late in life?
What about writers who come suddenly into full power late in life?
The onus is on you, because you care about your car and your life.
Across sage flats, tundra, and bleeding hearts, she escapes.
I never actually existed. I didn’t know it at the time, but it’s clear as day.
Lydda, when she closes her eyes, has traded one war zone for another.
